Im caught somewhere inbetween her smile
and your laugh
tied up in
your pretty dress
the past
and her hair

a string between worlds

and the tight rope walk of death and life I am that too.

change is my tide I breath waves
heaving
wet
and tired

you ask me where I have been
I honestly have no Idea

ask the wind why it blows
and it will respond by kissing your ear


ask me
and chances are
I'll do the same.

Im going to have a steak for breakfast. Then Im going out, I need to clear my head. Im tired of love, but it seems to follow me around so Im off to the mountains to get away from it.

Well the sun is coming up and Im having some chai to get warm. I don't think anyone reads anyone else's DA journals but we all write in them. Scratching in the dirt, thats what this journals like, there not a lot I expect to get out of it but occasionally I'll find something worthwile to say. Not this time though, Im going to go take some pictures.

adios

I'm reading quotes from Rumi and surfing DA, life is good.